I’m 14 going to 15. And, of course, I’m a tomboy. I hate wearing dresses, skirts, etc. I usually wear black sweatpants and some sort of t-shirt that was for guys instead of girls. My school is incredibly judgmental, and since the majority of my grade are stuck up girls, I fit in terribly. I’m not accepted into any girl group, not even if my personality is one of the best ones out there. I hear girls talk behind my back, calling me a nerd, freak, loser and any other degrading school social class there is out there. I make the best of friends with geeks and nerds because they normally accept who I am. As advice, just continue to be yourself. It’s not your real fault that your a tomboy. Your just born with it. When I was only 3 I even said that I am a tomboy and I don’t care who thinks otherwise. Girls can say what they want, that’s their problem.
My name is Briggitte. I’m a tomboy. I get bullied and teased all the time. They ask if I’m male or female, and if I’m transgendered. They make fun of my clothes, personality, hair, everything. I grew up with 2 boys dominic and Alejandro. I had a sister but she is 8 years younger than me. We lived on a farm, so I played with my brothers. Guns.bow n arrows, hunting, fishing, mud, dirt the outside. I never really told my parents I was a tomboy. I remeber I used to play football in basketball shorts hoodie and a hat. My stepdad would tell me u look like a boy dress like a girl. I never liked skirt, dresses, heels. It was always jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. Everyone accepted me until I moved to michigan. I wore baggy jeans, shirt, hoodie, sneakers, and messy hair…. every other girl was tight jeans, tight shirts, flats, and perfect hair. I hung outmwith boys because every girl avoided being near me. They would pull my hair, push me into lockers, and tell people rumors about me. The day I will never forget was when I walked into the cafeteria and people throw stuff at me walked by me and spi t, and did so much crap to me till I finally decided I csnt hold it any longer and I ran into the bathroom and sat there and cried… little did I know everyone came in laughing at me and calling me she man and attention whore. They jumped me and I beat the living crap out of them. (My stepdad teaches me kick boxing and self defense) after that a teacher found out and sent me to the office where I met Mr.Tubergen he helped me with my problems he realized I was a tomboy into sports not gossip and makeup, butnhe taught me that I can be whoever I want and that im just like everyone else. Then finally one day I ignored people who disliked me. Then at home I didnt want to tell anyone I was a tomboy only my brother but eventually my mom found out and she told me that its okay that tomboys r better then girly girls. She accepted me. 🙂 then there was my grandma I dont want to wear purses and she yelled in my face TOMBOY ur such a tomboy y cant u be more like paola and I told her its my life and walked away. My whole life ive been teased and been forced to act like a lady but FUCK IT I like getting dirty, dressing sporty, and standin out. So I finally told my self its time to be me…. ima tomboy and proud
Yo, sisters from other misters! My name is kinda girly,so I go by Huriel. I’m 13 years young and I’m a tomboy. Every one sais “oh,look! La marimacha! (the man beast!” Most of my “friends” are faker than their eyelashes. They use me, and then treat me like trash. I’m really hotheaded,and I always have to hold back from pounding their faces in. I dont hang out with the prissy girly girls, who only wanna hang out when they know I sing. My mom doesn’t help.”Dress like a girl” “don’t be such a tomboy” “you’re not a man”, “can’t you be like your sister?” Gotya gotua urusee, jerk. 😦 always wants me to weir dresses. I honestly feel akward dressed too femininely. I have long hair,and the girls in school,try put gum in in it. I’m tough. I dont cry. I’m the hardhitting, funny, playful tomboy. I guess all i can do is smile, beat em up,and deal with it. I will never give up being a tomboy, no matter what those beotches say. And u guys shouldn’t give up either!
I am 18, almost 19, and done with my first year of college. I have always been a tomboy and I always will be. I play all the rough-and-tumble sports and have always just been one of the guys. I had short hair from the time I was in first grade until 7th. I loved it; it was me. I never wanted to grow it out but I was pressured by everyone around me and I just wanted to be accepted, so eventually I grew it out.
I am not really a shy person, but I have always tried to stay out of the spot light because others were so willing to give me the attention. One day, in the middle of social studies (this was 8th grade, after I had grown my hair out), the teacher was talking, then all of a sudden one of the guys and several of the mean girls started laughing. The guy just looks at me and says “Do you like girls?” in a mocking tone. I asked him what he meant, even though I knew, then he proceeded to ask if I was a lesbian in front of the whole class. It was kind of humiliating to have this happen in front of my peers, but I had gotten pretty used to public humiliation.
I always had trouble with making and keeping friends, everyone thought I was a freak, and all the other girls would stay away from me because they thought I was going to “hit on them”. At the end of 6th grade, I was sick of it all. I was constantly called a freak. My “friends” at the time would message me on AIM and say things like “no one likes you.. you are such a freak.. everyone hates you.. why don’t you just kill yourself.. go dig a grave then die in it” etc. but I was always “okay” with it because each message would be followed by “jk haha lol” and if they weren’t my friends, then who was?
“Is that a boy or a girl?” was heard a lot, and I was constantly told I was in the wrong restroom. I always hated riding the bus. I would get pushed down and called names, all because I was a little bit different. When I was in fourth grade, I had to take a different bus to my grandparents house. There were no empty seats so I just stood there for a second, then these three high school girls in the back seat told me I could sit with them. I was very uncomfortable and squished between them, and I could hear them whispering something about ‘girl vs boy’. Then they asked me my name. I never knew what to say when asked this. I decided to go the safe route and said my name was Eric. This was the wrong answer. They whispered amongst themselves then asked me my name again. I didn’t answer. One of the girls then asked if I was a boy or a girl. I stayed silent. She then said, “ I guess we’ll have to find out for ourselves.” At this point, the conversation had drawn quite a few other kids’ attention. This is where my memory gets a bit foggy – I remember being held down and someone took my pants off. No one tried to help me. I felt more humiliated than ever.
I never understood what is wrong with people. Why cant they just leave me alone, let me do my own thing, and not judge me. I have gotten to a point in my life where I just don’t care what anyone thinks. I cut my hair short again (and I still love it!), and I have decided to just be the tomboy I am. Although it may be a lonely road, I know that there are others out there just like me!
Im a tomboy im 12 now but im bullied my own sister call me lesbian and make fun of me and t school and the worst part I a adopted so you do the math they made fun of me i still cry to sleep but this my life not theirs caz the girly girls lesbian its just are life s they should leave us alone
Okay, so, I go by the name Ningaa because my real name is really girly and I hate it. I also go by Ningaa because I am silent like a ninja but I misspelled it because I don’t want to be the same as everyone else.
It all started when I was born, my mother was only twenty and she had dreams of having a girl that she could put in pretty dresses and stuff like that. But, I was always playing with cars and pretend guns.
When I want to elementary school, I was an only child until fourth grade when my younger brother was born. I had a lot of trouble with finding friends. My best friend from Kindergarten had moved away in third grade.
In fourth grade, I kept to myself and I did that until fifth grade when I finally started to make friends again. I had many friends when I dressed as a girl, but on those days when I dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a tshirt towards the end of the year when I was tired of being fake, I was alone again.
I was the kid that began to get into trouble because I had developed depression. I managed to make two friends, one girl, one boy. One girl bullied me because of that and she got me suspended in sixth grade because I would not work with her in class. My mother told me to stay away from her then. I tried after my friendships had been weakened because the bully had told everyone about what I did and how it was great that she didnt get caught. After that, she followed me around, calling me names. One day, she called me a lesbian. She punched me in the face and called me other names also. I was the stupid one who hit her back and got suspended once again. Both of my friends stopped talking to me, I remember trying to apologize to them with tears coming down my face. No one believed me even with the bruise on my cheek. The bully told everyone to stay away from me because I was a lesbian. The truth was, I wasn’t a lesbian. I continued to dress in jeans an a t shirt and I began not to care about how I looked, I just stayed silent and did anything I could to get away from the person who had taken my friends away. I argued with my parents a lot. I went into seventh grade and met two friends, I had gotten away from the bully and I wasn’t known as a lesbian. I began to play basketball, football, and hockey. I liked to draw also, but I hated the way girls wanted me to wear blouses and stuff like that. Then, I moved and now, I will be going into eighth grade where I will hopefully make some new friends. I still have social anxiety because of being bullied. I hate how society treats tomboys as though they are automatically lesbians. I personally, am fine with the LGBT community and support equal rights. However, I also support the fact that no one should be bullied because of the way they look or dress. Well, that is my story. I hope it can be understood because I know it probably has tons of mistakes because I typed it on my phone. Ningaa, out!
(Sorry for my overly scattered thoughts) I’ve been a tomboy since I can remember. I’m 14 now and am still one. Ever since I was old enough to say what to wanted to wear I would only wear boys clothes which were mostly my brothers hang-me-downs. I’ve never liked dresses although my mom would force me to wear them a lot. I always had this idea that I’d grow up to be like iron man because I love building things. A lot of people make fun of me at school for being a tomboy. This is mostly because I go to an all girls school. I have a few friends who are tomboys too but everyone else thinks we’re weird. I’ve always liked climbing trees because I could see everything and act like I’m flying when jumping down. I like playing video games, skate boarding, riding my bike, playing a collection of sports, practicing MMA with my brother or just goofing off. This year at school our grade went on this camping trip that everyone hated except my friends and I. Mostly because the teaches left us to our own devices for a couple of hours everyday. My friends and I made up the game called anarchy football and we also did roman wrestling competitions. I would still like to be a boy sometimes just because the way I act would be more accepted. I have some guy friends in my neighborhood though and they’re cool. I remember one time we were playing football in my friend’s yard. His mom came outside and stopped me from playing by calling mom who got angry at me and told me I wasn’t allowed to play. I was so angry I didn’t come home until dinnertime that day. A few months ago I was at my brother and my friends birthday party( there aren’t a lot of kids in my neighborhood our age so we have a couple of the same friends). We all started playing basketball and I fell and skinned my knee. I walked over to my dad and asked for a bandaid. He gave one to me but the other parents were whispering to each other how weird it was that I was playing with boys all the time. My dad defended me though and it was really nice of him. My mom though has always had a problem with me acting and dressing the way I do. She hates that I’m not like her and its annoying. But overall life is good. I don’t believe being a tomboy is a phase, I believe it is a way of life.
I am a tomboy. I have been pretty much from 6 years old to now. I am 13 now and having the hardest time. I have been asked “is THAT a boy or a girl” so many times i can’t count. I have also been bullied more now then ever. I have been made fun if for my short hair, ” Shes proboly going through a sex-change.” This is the most i have ever been depressed. I am so glad i found this website. I dont feel alone and it shows i can fit in somewhere.
I can relate to much of what everyone below has written! I was a HUGE tomboy growing up, hated being a girl, wished I could be a boy like my brothers, do all that they could, dreaded the idea of growing up and becoming, God forbid, a woman. My mom was always insisting that I dress and have my hair like a girly-girl but finally relented and then things were so much better. I loved it when people mistook me for a boy when I was 11, 12, 13. But I felt really alone as a tomboy, didn’t understand why people didn’t get me, how other girls could be happy being girls.
I’ve spent a large part of my adult life trying to figure out why I was such a tomboy (because although I’m married and have three kids, there is much in me that still does not feel at home in a group of women, still doesn’t like what it means to be female in terms of stereotypes and how many in our society see and treat women). I write middle grade and young adult novels featuring tomboy main characters and have just started up a blog that is going to feature many posts on tomboy issues. The posts on everything tomboy will be sprinkled in throughout the blog however so as not to turn off any of my non-tomboy readers who may be prejudiced against us but who I want to get to understand tomboys. So check it out periodically–www.julieAswanson.wordpress.com
I feel so for younger tomboys who may feel alone and like they’re weird and not at all understood, even looked down upon. Know that, worldwide, there’s a whole tribe of tomboys out there (I just may rename my blog that, or start up a new one just for tomboys–Tomboy Tribe, or Tribe of Tomboys) And we are there for you. We get it. You’re not alone and you’re not any weirder than anyone else in this world, no matter how ‘normal’ they might think they are. Who wants to be normal anyway? Better to at least be interesting.
As a kid I found an interest in Soccer and loved playing against the boys. At one point I was better than all the boys even my brothers and some that were in higher grades than I. I hated my name because it sounded too girly! I always loved getting dirty for as long as I remember, played sports, played with toy cars, wore baggy clothes… my mom never approved of me- my tomboy status. I remember her telling me that I should start wearing girls clothes and would take me shopping for some. She ALWAYS bought me pink shirts and girly dresses (which i would ONLY wear to church and hope no one would see me in them). I would always be very upset and eventually got her to stop buying me girly clothes. I would buy boys pants and she would dispise it. Throughout my 7 years of Elementary, I hung out with the boys and played sports every single day whenever possible! I dressed like them and acted like them and never understood the girls in my grade and what was so fun about socializing or whats attractive about boys. I never cared to look pretty, never cared what i looked like, never brushed my hair and left it looking like “a rat’s nest” -my mom would say. Once I was asked why I dress like a boy (which I never thought was important or why girls and boys had to dress certain ways, i just wore what I liked), and i quickly replied, “Because girls suck”. I sort of regret it but at the time I would always say “I wish I were a boy. Why did god make me a girl? I hate girls they’re boring and weird and never want to have fun like the boys.” I never thought girls sucked though… I just thought BEING a girl sucked. Until this day I still agree. I’m 16 now and life is hard… Since grade 6 I’ve had no friends and never understood why they stopped talking to me and avoided me. I’m crazy about videogames even though I’m too busy for them lately. I still don`t like to wear girls clothes but sometimes I`m so self-concious I can`t go on with people judging me or pointing out my flaws. My self esteem since grade 6 dropped dramatically and is still low except that now I can talk to people again but not very open anymore. The only place I can express myself is through text. I almost cry everytime I face a teacher for help or something stupid like that. I never want to cry but I feel so low and out of place. Since Junior high, we`ve had a lack of boys in our grade. Maybe 4 of 25 at the most. It was a fine-arts school and sounded feminine I guess. I NEVER loved cooking, cleaning, sewing, and those things that are classified as ‘feminine’. I always loved sports, art, and almost anything boys liked. I’m used to being around girls now since I spent a very defined part of my life around them. Being around all these girls for so long, made me realize that I`m different. That I`m weird and no one could understand me. Some thought I was lesbian which I do not even believe in. I`m in grade 11 and still a tomboy, but sometimes I feel like i`m not anymore. My mom has never allowed me to cut my hair passed my chin and I don`t want to hurt her by doing it myself. I still like baggy pants but also bought a few girl-fashion-trend clothes since my style was unaccepable to others. I`m very self-concious STILL and don`t know where I`m at or who I am. I`ve thought about trans-gender stuff which seems so wrong to me, but I just hate being a girl. Especially now that i`ve hit puberty and everything is wrong with my body except that i’m still pretty fit just lazy. I’m going through depression and have a strong dislike in boys. I guess because I havent been around them forever, they never hang around me because I’m not feminine enough (this is probably what they are thinking), and the only words I’ve heard from boys are negativity about life from my brothers and harsh sexism! I’ve wanted to join the military but was afraid that boys would sexually assault me (which is almost 85% of what happens to female caddettes in militaries lately.) and I will never be able to stand the negativity and critism I recieve because I’m a frikin girl. I have nowhere to go in life and have no motivation to try to come up with a decision. My life feels like it’s already ended from being shunned for so many years. My brothers used to make fun of me all the time for being a tomboy, never accepting that I am still human no matter what I am. My older brothers don’t talk to me anymore except one that always bothers me about liking boys because I’m in high school now. I don’t know where to go from here and I have no one to talk to. Just because I like things most girls don’t doesn’t mean I’m gay. Why does “tomboy” have to be classified as a sexual group? Why isn’t “tom-girl” one? I like sports, is that so wrong?
I also loved being noticed or thought of as a guy. I liked to convince people that I was a boy and try changing my name to a boy’s name… It used to be prettyeasy to convince people because I was born with a lower voice. My mom had a cold when she was pregnant with me and it permenantly changed mine. I’m too embarrassed to sing with the girls because the girls sound so pretty and I sound really weird and masculine if I try to sing. I always loved singing but I never liked to DO the singing. I feel so alone in this world. I never want to be like all the other girls and I want to have fun. Men degrade women so horribly I feel useless and have no future. Right now I’m looking at no future and am failing high school. I used to be a straight-A student in Elementary until grade 6 when I had no real friends that took me seriously. The would simply say that I’m not mature enough to hear what they were talking about. Since that day I found out they were keeping secrets from me, I lost all my friends. How is you’re life doing right now? ‘Cause I just want to end mine now. My life is too full of humiliation and crap to care anymore. I requested a councellor (spelling) and can’t even open up to him without crying. I’m too much of a baby now and hate it. Any tips you would have, please tell me. I would love to hear anything.